“Sister, sister,� whispered the little sprite, and its tiny hands sought to take hers. She felt the soft, cool touch of its hand upon her own, then drew back with uncontrollable fear.
“She wants to kiss you,� said the man, but Mrs. Wylie was too terrified to permit it. Then the figure, so transparent and ethereal, vanished in the cabinet and again all was darkness.
When Mrs. Wylie was again seated there was a sound as of rushing wind, and two little Indian girls came running out of the cabinet. One ran back. The other called her out again.
“This is little Moonlight. Come on!� said number one.
“Good-evening, everybody!� said number two timidly.
Number one laughed and danced about, while number two ran back into the cabinet.
“Dance for us, Starlight,� said a gentleman who seemed to recognize her as a well-known favorite.
“Mne! No music,� she said.
The gentleman began to whistle.
“No, no good,� cried Starlight.